When You Are Not Fed Love On A Silver Spoon Novels & Stories

I want to throw the tray, the spoon, the whole miserable situation back in his face. But I’m so tired. So hungry. And maybe — maybe — a small, broken part of me wants to let him care for me, even if it’s too late. Slowly, I part my lips. He feeds me carefully, one spoonful at a time. No rush. No frustration. Only silence thick with all the words we never say. The food tastes warm and gentle, but it sticks in my throat like ash. I swallow it down anyway, pretending not to notice the way his hand brushes mine as he lifts the spoon again.

That was before my mother died, and my father treated me with neglect. “Wow, I didn't know that. I'm really surprised,” Finn commented, looking at me now with different eyes now. I really didn't want people to know that I was born and raised with a silver spoon and treat me differently because of that, especially because today I wasn't a rich person.

"Lena focus on the love inside of you to lift the spoon" I decided to focus on the love, the growing love for Ethan; I used it as a source, then imagined the spoon moving in my head, and the spoon finally lifted and stood in the air.

“I want Strawberry ice cream and a whole lot of candies but mummy restricted our intake. She said she wanted us to eat healthy” Feigning concern, I walked towards him. “That is bad. Somebody that loves you shouldn’t restrict you, they should allow you to do the things that you want” Silver frowned slightly. “Are you trying to say that my mum doesn’t love me” Okay! I was getting pissed now! Why does he have to be so smart? Why couldn’t he be like Silas the more introverted one? “No baby. But I love you and to show that I love you, let us do this instead. I will make an order for ice cream and get you a lot of candies but that will be our little secret, pinky promise?”

I was wrapped in the blanket like a burrito, and if I wanted to eat by myself, I would first have to unwrap myself, which would take time and energy. “You tricked me.” I frowned at him, and he laughed. “Because you’re stubborn. I knew if I suggested feeding you, you would fight back if I didn’t tie you up.” “You know I can still loosen myself and drag the spoon from your hand.” “You could, but is it really worth it?” He asked, and I furrowed my brows. “I mean, you’re already comfortable, aren’t you? It’s not easy to find a comfortable position again after you lose it. And you’re trembling. You can’t really hold the spoon while your hands her shaking. Instead, the soup would spill all over yo

Well, at least she waited to invite them back into her home again until I was old enough to jump out the window, run away, or call for help on my own. The food began to grow in my throat, and my vision blurred. Food, it was just food. It is so simple and easy, yet it could mean so much and trigger so much. It was a gesture of care most people don’t even think about. Not one day in that cabin or on this ship had I made my own food. There was always an extra plate for me or leftovers put aside for me.

"Enough! I don't want you doing anything for me anymore! Just because you spend your parents money doesn't mean I cannot find a hustle for myself to pay off my own debts. Don't flash your silver spoon lifestyle in my face, I'm not that type of person!" With that, I walked past him and left the house, banging the door in the process. I was extremely angry that tears were in my eyes. I wanted to be the one to work extra hard to cover my expenses, to pay off my debt. I didn't want a man or anyone to do that and tomorrow, they made me feel they were entitled because they helped me. I have trained myself all these years to be someone who can do things on my own and it hurt my pride that he did be

But still no messages and no calls. Something was wrong. And I was stuck here, in a house full of people who wanted to control me, while the one person I actually cared about wasn’t answering. I looked at Shula, laughing at something Uncle Bobby said. At Geneva, who was whispering something to my mother. Then at Benjamin and my Father. In this place, love doesn't really exist. Everyone wants something, and if you're unable to give it, you'll be cast away. "Being born into wealth comes with a lot of obligations."

Madeline: "Let’s go get food for them," Silver suggested, giving me a weak smile as I watched a few omega maids walk upstairs with trays of food. They struggled to balance everything, so Silver and I rushed over to help. "Imagine growing up in a family where you know your father doesn’t love your mother," Silver continued while trying to steady the trays. She gave the maids a small nod, letting them know they could leave because we had it handled. "He should have at least tried to accept me for the sake of our daughters, but I guess he always loved you, Madeline."

Silver felt silly because she didn't believe in fate, but here she was. “Here, I got you and Maya coffee. Was just about to get doughnuts, what type do you like?” He asked, passing Silver the coffee. “Whichever they have is fine," Silver responded, too hungry to care. They waited in silence as he got the doughnut and walked back to the ward, where they found Burke and Maya arguing. "You don't get it, do you? I don't feel like a Carrington, I wasn't treated like one! And it doesn't help that I don't look like anyone in the family." Maya snapped, pacing the room.